My first Samurai Warriors Fanfic! I just love Mitsunari. 3 This follows a little bit on history. But you'll see what happens.

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I do not own Samurai Warriors.

"Lord Mitsunari, where are you going?" It was a question he had expected when he stood and walked out on yet another meeting over what to do about Ieyasu. There was only so much he could take anymore and right now he needed to get out.

"Just for some air, I promise to return. . . Eventually." Though he finished his sentence so the group behind him wouldn't hear. The patter of rain and the smell of clean air helped to calm him down some but what troubled him more was not so much the men in the room behind him but more of matters of home. His wife had become so frigged lately and he hated to just take her to satisfy his needs. Mitsunari also reminded himself that he did have six children already, maybe it was really was time to put youth and pleasure behind him.

After half justifying a need for celibacy he rubbed the back of his neck and started to walk the length of the deck, trying to put some separation between him and those men. He stopped when something caught his eye. A rather unfamiliar face sitting in one of his rooms but a rather beautiful face at that. She was young but he couldn't clearly tell her age. Her hair, even in the over cast weather seemed to shine with hints of soft amber strands. Skin, from what he could see, looked silky smooth and he was sure it would feel the same if he dared to touch. Her eyes he was sure their color would suit her if he could just see them. . .

He leaned a little, though not wanting to disturb her in any way, the way she looked while arranging those flowers was just so intent he didn't dare, but the cursed floor had other plans and it creaked under his weight causing her to look over. Surprise clearly on her face and then almost horror as she realized who it was.

"M-my lord," she quickly offered a bow before sitting back up, her eyes never turning back to his face. 'Pity,' he thought since he didn't actually get a good look at her eyes. "I am sorry, if you have need for this room I can quickly leave."

Mitsunari was surprised by this, he'd never ruled to be the scary leader but the amount of fear she held for him was painful. However, maybe it wasn't fear after all. His curiosity about this girl made him step in, his eyes staying on her as he took a seat against the nearest wall, keeping an angle where he could still watch her. "Please go on, I will not be here long."

The girl nodded and turned back to her flower. She flowers and branches of all sorts. This color themed to rely greatly on pinks and browns. A common combination but the way she arranged them made it all the more stunning.

Mitsunari could tell when the girl had forgotten he was there because her expression changed greatly. It became softer, more relaxed and she even smiled at her work. Her actions where no longer strained with the need to impress him. But the silence was killing him, regardless of how much he liked watching her work. "May I ask your name?" Mitsunari finally spoke up and watched how she jumped in surprise, again, her face turning just as pink as the flowers she was working with.

"Hanako, my lord," her voice seemed to ring, even though it was quite. "A very fitting name it would seem." There! He got her to smile and another blush covered her cheeks. "Why do you fear me?" He also asked, no longer able to take the suspense. The wide eyed look she gave him said it was something else entirely, but now he was able to see the lovely shade of green that her eyes held.

"Fear? Oh no my lord, far from it!" Hanako's mouth snapped shut as she realized she had raised her voice, "Not fear my lord," she went on in a softer voice, "more. . .admiration if anything. You're presence is almost. . . overwhelming yet safe." Another smile tilted up the corners of her mouth until she looked up and realized he was starring at her, however this time it was she who couldn't seem to pull her gaze away. Even after she discovered he was now within arms reach.

There was something about her that Mitsunari just couldn't seem to pull away from. Sure she was beautiful but oddly that's not what he was attracted to. Maybe it was more of a forbidden fruit kind of attraction, well regardless of what it was, it was a fruit he just had to take a bite of.

"Lord Mitsunari?" Sadly it wasn't the voice of Hanako. No, it was one of the generals come to find him. Sighing he leaned away from her and stood. "Thank you, Hanako, for keeping me company for awhile. Maybe our paths will cross again." He watched as she bowed with a flushed face, knowing she had been close to him and caught, worried she may be in trouble for it. Mitsunari on the other hand had plans for her and wouldn't let that happen.

Anyways. I had fun writing this first chapter. Hanako's name means Flower Girl which is why Mitsunari finds it so fitting. You'll learn more about Hanako in the next chapter. Oh my~